I let her go and told her how nice it was to meet her. We texted for several more day each reflecting on how nice our date was. She told me she wished...she would have just pulled me in her car( I wouldn't have put up a fight.)After texting a bit it wa revealed she was married and she was in an open relationship and can play with anyone she wants. Our texting became very very hot and heavy and decided we should meet. I was so excited she was exactly what I find attractive. She was 5'4 and maybe. I didn’t even have to make her like girls to accept my ... expanded sex life. I just had to edit her morality. I could take away her guilt.“You want a harem with your wife and daughters,” Anael purred. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you?”I shifted, my dick so hard. I stared at my wife again as she was now on top of Marissa, their bodies pressed tight as they kissed. They were grinding together. Marissa’s hands squeezed and kneaded my wife’s rump.“Yeah,” I admitted.Sam DaviesI buzzed as I. She stood before me and fidgeted. Our relationship had evolved from the Master/slave hierarchy. I knew I could force her to stay, but my heart was not truly in it. The thought of a blunt traumatic scene was anathema to me. "You should have asked me, Lisa, I would not have objected, I finally said. "But before you go, my needs must be satisfied.' I added.She looked up at me questionably."Come to me," I ordered in a low tone. I held out my hand. My other hand casually rested on the control. M. She was sitting across the room and clearly pouting. My attempt at conversation was met with a cold shoulder. I went to the bathroom. While in there I heard a loud slamming of the door. When I came out there was no Z. A search around the house led to her bedroom. There on the bed were the slacks, blouse and shoes she had been wearing. A quick look at her closet showed that the new out fit and shoes where missing. It was obvious that she stormed out of the house and I had a good.